Out and Back

Last Falwell-related post, I swear...

Via Perez Hilton:

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Jerry Falwell's God

My brother emailed me a link to this.... funny stuff.

There are more videos of Roy Zimmerman on YouTube, or you can check out his website here.

I love this clip

This is an old clip from The Daily Show but I still love it. David Rakoff is my hero.

For your consideration...

My husband and I collaborated on this short film this afternoon.  I shot the footage, and then he edited it and added the music on his Mac.

Somehow, I don't think the Academy will be knocking on our door anytime soon, but it was still pretty fun:

And it really is frustrating when shoes run small....

My homegirl Desiree sent me this.  It rocks.

Overheard in my apartment

My husband: You know what?  I predict we are in the post-post-modernist era.

Me: Really?  Is that like off-off-Broadway?

(Yes, I enjoy being a total ditz now and then.  Shh.  Don't tell anybody.)

I love this!

This was on The Colbert Report a couple of weeks ago.  I just about died laughing.  The best part is that Jane and Gloria are totally in on the joke.

Disaster Preparedness, with your hostess, Dorabella

Yesterday morning, my husband and I got up as usual to feed the cats and fix breakfast.  Per their usual pattern, they ate a few bites of cat chow and headed to the sliding glass door to see what was going on outside.  Hubby and I stayed in the kitchen, brewing coffee, pouring cereal, etc.  All of a sudden, we heard a jangling of license tags and collar bells, and an orange blur flew past the kitchen door and into the powder room just inside the entrance to our place.

We didn't see what happened, but we surmised that a dog was out running loose and decided to come up to our patio door to check out the cats.  In the process, said dog managed to scare the bejesus out of Dorabella.  I looked into the bathroom, and the poor thing was curled up in the bathroom sink, her little head tucked down and her tail puffed out to epic proportions.  It was clear she was doing her very best to hide from the vicious beast that had terrorized her moments before, even though she's so big she filled up the whole sink.  After a bit, she ventured out of the sink and hid behind the toilet until my husband coaxed her out.  She remained pretty wary for the rest of the day, though.

I felt terrible for her, but the whole thing was also hilarious -- seeing my cat trying to hide in a rather shallow bathroom sink gave me the best laugh I've had in weeks.

Derek, I've got to have you now!

If this kind of thing is happening on the playing field, imagine what goes on when they hit the showers!  Sheesh, guys, get a room!

I found this photo on Nerve, a very funny and literate online sex magazine.  Yes, I like to read funny and literate things about sex.  Can we move on?

In addition to the photo of Derek and Gary getting cuddly on the ball field, I also found a hilarious link to the Phallic Logo Awards.  These babies pretty much speak for themselves.  (OK, so maybe this isn't quite as literate as some of the other things you can find through Nerve, but it was funny and it did make me laugh at 6 a.m., which is a feat in and of itself.  I guess I must possess the sensibilities of a 13-year-old boy early in the day.)

In other news:

* I am back at work this week after a week's vacation spent entertaining my in-laws.  It was lovely to go back to the office and find just one message on my voicemail and a negligible quantity of emails to respond to, none of which were terribly urgent.

* I made a new friend today.  I have known her for about a year or so in a professional capacity, but today she told me that she liked me a lot and wanted to be friends.  We're going to try to get together sometime after her wedding next month so our husbands can meet each other.

* I have an awesome new pair of shoes, purchased at Boutique Tana Kaya in Quakertown, PA.  The brand is NAOT and they are made in Israel.  Super cute and super comfy.  Like Birkenstocks without the hideousness.

* The cats are banished to the basement for the next two weeks, ever since I caught Dora tinkling on our couch over the weekend.  I'm not sure if she was upset by our houseguests or if she is picky about the litter box, but I am restricting both of them to the basement for the next couple of weeks while we dry and deodorize our couch.  I'm also hoping that being that close to their litter boxes will help them remember where they are supposed to do their business.

* I heard an interesting piece by Annabelle Gurwitch on NPR's Day to Day this afternoon about, among other things, blogging.  I realized that I am totally guilty of the kind of blogging that she scorns in this piece.  Oh well.  I don't care.